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#paralyzed
Do you remember what happened Those nights in the past left along the way with passion gone missing like a fire put to sleep Embers in my heart and head Reminiscing And here I stand Missing the magic Left in fear Paralyzed Yesterday Tomorrow Sorrow Years I have to admit I’m so sick of trying to become What I’m not What have you done for yourself Is it ever enough Not even close Not even close Not even close I don’t even care It’s come full circle Magic nights that disappear Imploding with the fear of failure Leave me paralyzed Leave me Paralyzed And here I stand Missing the magic Left in fear Paralyzed Yesterday Tomorrow Sorrow Years
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 7:40 AM UTC
Paralyzed
Paralyzed with insecurity she develops a deep sense of mystery Hidden in a dark world she finds a purpose To **** reality while trying to overdose on fantasy She is a hidden pleasure To a world that has tasted her bitter soul Numb she is to anything that pushes her to grow Paralyzed her are eyes only seeing what pleases her flaws
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Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 4:00 PM UTC
Paralyzed
“Your smile is so beautiful,” they say — but little do they know, half of my face is paralyzed. one side, playing the great pretender the other, basking in my sadness, trying to heal the ache — one side smiles, the other weeps, tears running down my freshly made clothes — now sagging in my tears. Do I really deserve skin if I’m not comfortable in it? Do I deserve a mouth, if I can’t sing a sad melody out into the world, with the window open, painting a scene, spilling my mind on pavement for anyone that stops and cares to listen. everyone still laughing, still smiling; they walk past my cracks, blind to the dark picture I’m trying to open their eyes to. half frozen, half dead, reaching — for empathy. the air picks up, pushes me back from the window; it shuts, sudden, cold. I am lost, cut out — again. with my body barely able to move, I reach for poetry, hoping I can still write when my voice feels thin, my fingers trembling, half-paralyzed — hoping it can set me free.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
Paralyzed
"You're not a monster," she said from two and a half feet away, across the table. And as those four words exited her mouth, it was like I could see them coming for my absorption like a dagger I had to receive. They arched up in the shape of a rainbow, over her bowl of pad Thai, over 3 remaining coconut shrimp, past both Thai iced teas, dipping down over my panang and fell down inside of my ears. I heard them. Quicker than sound, my eyes dropped down, staring at my bowl instead of letting anyone see that I was about to cry. Where does all of that water come from so quickly anyways? It's like my body just decides to pull any water from any cell within. My own body takes from its own inside life to put on the outside so other life can see how I'm hurting inside. Those tears were stolen by a force I can't control to put my thoughts on display. It's twisted when you think about it that way. Even if I were a monster, I would still be worthy of love and protection. Just recently I was at the optometrist and described my ears like the creature from goonies, and to adjust my glasses accordingly, please. She quickly reminded me that my uneven ears were normal and beautiful. Not just with words, with her hands touching my ears. She could probably smell the anxiety I exude, and chose to change the mood. That was her choice. Everyone has that choice. I know I'm a broken human, I'm as broken as the sunflowers in the picture. They don't look broken but two weeks after I took that photograph, they were all dug up and thrown away by the people that own that land. I just have to hope that some of their seeds fell during that removal so that they have an unexpectedly marvelous rebirth. I hope. I know I'm not a monster, I've lived a life of service to others. Even my enemies don't have much meat inside the beef they have for me, it's mostly just my personality... which is light enough to crumble into a powder and be blown away by the wind. I've given away everything that I am. I've given love to people who didn't ask for it, I've given my best love to strangers, my longest and strongest love to family. I'm not a monster. I just have a configuration that is unpopular.
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
monster
"You're not a monster," she said from two and a half feet away, across the table. And as those four words exited her mouth, it was like I could see them coming for my absorption like a dagger I had to receive. They arched up in the shape of a rainbow, over her bowl of pad Thai, over 3 remaining coconut shrimp, past both Thai iced teas, dipping down over my panang and fell down inside of my ears. I heard them. Quicker than sound, my eyes dropped down, staring at my bowl instead of letting anyone see that I was about to cry. Where does all of that water come from so quickly anyways? It's like my body just decides to pull any water from any cell within. My own body takes from its own inside life to put on the outside so other life can see how I'm hurting inside. Those tears were stolen by a force I can't control to put my thoughts on display. It's twisted when you think about it that way. Even if I were a monster, I would still be worthy of love and protection. Just recently I was at the optometrist and described my ears like the creature from goonies, and to adjust my glasses accordingly, please. She quickly reminded me that my uneven ears were normal and beautiful. Not just with words, with her hands touching my ears. She could probably smell the anxiety I exude, and chose to change the mood. That was her choice. Everyone has that choice. I know I'm a broken human, I'm as broken as the sunflowers in the picture. They don't look broken but two weeks after I took that photograph, they were all dug up and thrown away by the people that own that land. I just have to hope that some of their seeds fell during that removal so that they have an unexpectedly marvelous rebirth. I hope. I know I'm not a monster, I've lived a life of service to others. Even my enemies don't have much meat inside the beef they have for me, it's mostly just my personality... which is light enough to crumble into a powder and be blown away by the wind. I've given away everything that I am. I've given love to people who didn't ask for it, I've given my best love to strangers, my longest and strongest love to family. I'm not a monster. I just have a configuration that is unpopular.
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The smell of fresh oranges Hit my nose I look down You pick and pull at the peel The underside of your fingernails Have residue As you poked and stabbed At the pure fruit But don’t worry You’ll be able to wash your hands From the sweet juice Yet the smell will always linger, somewhere You see me starring from above My face of utter disgust As blood drips down my thighs And I lay paralyzed.
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Devoured
Do you know what it’s like To be caged by your brain A place supposed to be free To be who you are Graced with heaven or hell To be changed by so little Torment yourself wholly To be what is right It doesn't stop at your mind To be in rambling circles         Losing your breath         To be at the mercy of fear         Shaking ever so carefully To be seen merely as cold Digging into Earth you call skin To be laced with liquid iron
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
To Be at Mercy
Flowers bloom The sun shines bright The outside seems alright But you're there All bottled up inside Storms don't last But yours felt like Clouds of dust following you All year round All you wanted was to shine But all you see is their squinting eyes So you stayed behind Waiting for the crowd to be kind So you wished If there was another universe Where your feet wasn't chained to the ground You started your first day Thinking of new beginning But you stayed inside your head And ended up running "Maybe I couldn't" Strangers and friends Didn't differ that much Gone faster than the wind They wouldn't look back
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Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 9:58 PM UTC
Overthinked
got into a car accident with fear. it paralyzed me from the heart down. i only go through the motions, i can barely feel. it took control and now i can’t help but, being scared to approach anything around. for fear of paralyzing someone from the heart, all the way down.
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
heart-on-heart collision
why is it that these emotions give no warning; feeling of nothingness and meaningless envelop my every cell what does anything matter nothing means nothing my breath has no weight
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
feelings pt 1
Do you remember the very first time you touched me? It was dark that night, I was so scared because what happened next was really hard to believe. Do you remember that I tried to move? I was uncomfortable in my own bed - That didn’t stop you, of course you felt you had something to prove. Do you remember lifting my hair? Probably feeling excited to find my sleeping eyes - My body all over was paralyzed. Do you remember all my terrified screams? Probably not, I’m pretty sure that only I could hear - Really hoping to wake up from this frightening, evil dream. Do you remember how we had known each other forever? You were my best friends older brother!!! But I’ll remember that when I was 11, how you were so greedy and just like the ******* others!!! And you’ll just remember how we were always hidden under the covers...
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
UNDER THE COVERS
Im paralyzed frozen lost       ...Gone I dont know who i am How i feel Why im like this What to do Where to go... Where am i? My light has run out Im stuck in the dark Paralyzed with fear What am i Am i even still alive Im lost It hurts im scared im broken i cant i cant i cant im nothing i need it im lost im scared please please save me
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Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Paralyzed
(Dedicated to my Father, who was totally paralyzed for 7 years before he died.) I awake in the early morning darkness Frozen, motionless, immobilized. My eyes straining to see into the black void Looking for any sign of my keepers Listening for any kind of movement Phantom images dart around me slowly at first, Then multiple images spring from every direction My heart racing, my breathing rapid and shallow, Byproducts of fear and imagination Running amok in the dark My eyes focus on tiny lights incessantly blinking, Reassuring my heart as the phantoms vanish My ears register the intermittent beeps And steady, determined droning Of contraptions that populate my space, Their sole purpose to prevent the outcome I crave My nose catches whiffs of iodoform odor, Penetrating, pungent, overpowering my sense of smell. A cruel replacement for what once was A weekly parade of fragrant flowers That excited what few senses remain The brightly colored blossoms The sweet, fragrant smells The delightful sizes and shapes But the beautiful flowers have withered, As concern for my plight has waned I watch as the determined, dynamic sun Deliberately dilutes the darkness, Revealing the magical birth of a new day. Is that delightful birdsong I hear? The beeping and droning are maddening, But I know there’s birdsong outside my window I can’t wait until the moment arrives! As if on cue my keeper appears Busily going about her assigned tasks My eyes following her every move “And how are you doing today?” she asks, Staring at me as if I could answer. But I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized In my mind I replay my daily reply: "My existence is a never-ending cycle of Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Beep. . . blink. . . drone. . . beep Blink. . . drone. . . beep, . . . blink Drone. . . beep. . . blink. . . drone Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Dawn. . . daylight. . . twilight. . . night Daylight. . . twilight. . . night. . . dawn Twilight. . . night. . . dawn. . . daylight Night. . . dawn. . . daylight. . .twilight Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Each boring minute an hour. Each hateful hour a day. Each wretched day a year. Each torturous year a lifetime. Ad nauseum. . .ad infinitum. . .ad mortem?" Offering no response to my unspoken thoughts, My keeper dutifully takes my vital signs, Temperature, pulse, respiration, blood pressure, Records the results, then walks to the window My favorite time of day has arrived! “We must open the window to freshen up your room.” As the window opens my spirit soars, and my ears capture The lovely birdsong, as well as other living sounds, Along with a veritable potpourri of smells. I can only imagine what is happening outside, And I do imagine it as best I can I close my eyes and try to make out each note, Visualizing the source of each incredible sound, Be it bird, animal, human, or otherwise Who they are, what they look like, What they’re doing, what they’re thinking, The blinking, beeping, droning is finally drowned out! With every breath, I savor each smell And, with eyes closed, as I visualize What’s happening in my mind’s eye, A wonderful peace envelops me. . . comforts me But, alas, this day will be crueler than most Another keeper, a newer keeper, enters my room “Oh, she’s fallen asleep” he whispers, He closes the window, shuts the shades, Then quietly leaves, shutting the door I SCREAM A LOUD, LONG, PRIMAL SCREAM! ... in my mind As I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized—    Paralyzed
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Paralyzed
(Dedicated to my Father, who was totally paralyzed for 7 years before he died.) I awake in the early morning darkness Frozen, motionless, immobilized. My eyes straining to see into the black void Looking for any sign of my keepers Listening for any kind of movement Phantom images dart around me slowly at first, Then multiple images spring from every direction My heart racing, my breathing rapid and shallow, Byproducts of fear and imagination Running amok in the dark My eyes focus on tiny lights incessantly blinking, Reassuring my heart as the phantoms vanish My ears register the intermittent beeps And steady, determined droning Of contraptions that populate my space, Their sole purpose to prevent the outcome I crave My nose catches whiffs of iodoform odor, Penetrating, pungent, overpowering my sense of smell. A cruel replacement for what once was A weekly parade of fragrant flowers That excited what few senses remain The brightly colored blossoms The sweet, fragrant smells The delightful sizes and shapes But the beautiful flowers have withered, As concern for my plight has waned I watch as the determined, dynamic sun Deliberately dilutes the darkness, Revealing the magical birth of a new day. Is that delightful birdsong I hear? The beeping and droning are maddening, But I know there’s birdsong outside my window I can’t wait until the moment arrives! As if on cue my keeper appears Busily going about her assigned tasks My eyes following her every move “And how are you doing today?” she asks, Staring at me as if I could answer. But I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized In my mind I replay my daily reply: "My existence is a never-ending cycle of Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Beep. . . blink. . . drone. . . beep Blink. . . drone. . . beep, . . . blink Drone. . . beep. . . blink. . . drone Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Dawn. . . daylight. . . twilight. . . night Daylight. . . twilight. . . night. . . dawn Twilight. . . night. . . dawn. . . daylight Night. . . dawn. . . daylight. . .twilight Penetrating. . . pungent. . . whiffs Each boring minute an hour. Each hateful hour a day. Each wretched day a year. Each torturous year a lifetime. Ad nauseum. . .ad infinitum. . .ad mortem?" Offering no response to my unspoken thoughts, My keeper dutifully takes my vital signs, Temperature, pulse, respiration, blood pressure, Records the results, then walks to the window My favorite time of day has arrived! “We must open the window to freshen up your room.” As the window opens my spirit soars, and my ears capture The lovely birdsong, as well as other living sounds, Along with a veritable potpourri of smells. I can only imagine what is happening outside, And I do imagine it as best I can I close my eyes and try to make out each note, Visualizing the source of each incredible sound, Be it bird, animal, human, or otherwise Who they are, what they look like, What they’re doing, what they’re thinking, The blinking, beeping, droning is finally drowned out! With every breath, I savor each smell And, with eyes closed, as I visualize What’s happening in my mind’s eye, A wonderful peace envelops me. . . comforts me But, alas, this day will be crueler than most Another keeper, a newer keeper, enters my room “Oh, she’s fallen asleep” he whispers, He closes the window, shuts the shades, Then quietly leaves, shutting the door I SCREAM A LOUD, LONG, PRIMAL SCREAM! ... in my mind As I lie frozen, motionless, immobilized—    Paralyzed
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if you have ever had a panic attack, the gasping racing heart tingling limbs and crashing mind, then surely you know what it is to die.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
the only way to die over and over again and still live
Those bad days come The days were getting out of bed shouldn’t be an option Were looking at everyone can’t be a choice But you have to smile for the camera Everyone is looking at you While you see that moment That moment of being on a bus with a friend A friend that took your friendliness for flirting A friend that decided to play fight with you But play fighting turned into something more Into something you wished it didn’t He kissed you You didn’t want or intend for that to happen You didn’t know what to do You’re paralyzed As you tell him no, he tries play fighting again You reject that too But in the end, he bites your arm And now you are stuck with the feeling of teeth on you The feeling that you still have the bruise A bruise that you had to hide from your family members A bruise that symbolized “You are broken” You get stuck wearing anything but a normal shirt No one questions it...but yourself You can feel the pain You can see yourself crying all over again You can feel the hug that your teacher gave you when they found out That teacher helped you more than anyone That teacher took care of you in your time of need That teacher was your parent because you couldn’t show them your bruise You can feel the nothingness that came out of that experience You can hear the whispers The whispers of blame toward you The whispers of “they asked for it” No you didn’t ask for it All you asked for was a friend A friend to sit next to A friend to stay close to, so you wouldn’t get lost But in the end you got more lost If anything, you got lost and betrayed Within minutes before and after that first kiss But you still feel that bruise, even after it’s gone You feel where their teeth sunk in on your skin That part of your skin remembers every nerve being in pain Your muscles remembering tensing up right when it happened That friend marked you For what, because you were friendly Because you gave them attention they hardly got Who’s to say, All you know is that you had a bruise and a bad memory on that bus A memory that haunts you till this day A memory you wished would just disappear Just like the bruise That friend got in trouble With a slap on the wrist And everyone on their side You are the one at fault You started the whole thing But you are the one with the wounds You were too friendly, everyone said How could that have mattered When you are now bruised on the inside Where their teeth were
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Bruised
Those bad days come The days were getting out of bed shouldn’t be an option Were looking at everyone can’t be a choice But you have to smile for the camera Everyone is looking at you While you see that moment That moment of being on a bus with a friend A friend that took your friendliness for flirting A friend that decided to play fight with you But play fighting turned into something more Into something you wished it didn’t He kissed you You didn’t want or intend for that to happen You didn’t know what to do You’re paralyzed As you tell him no, he tries play fighting again You reject that too But in the end, he bites your arm And now you are stuck with the feeling of teeth on you The feeling that you still have the bruise A bruise that you had to hide from your family members A bruise that symbolized “You are broken” You get stuck wearing anything but a normal shirt No one questions it...but yourself You can feel the pain You can see yourself crying all over again You can feel the hug that your teacher gave you when they found out That teacher helped you more than anyone That teacher took care of you in your time of need That teacher was your parent because you couldn’t show them your bruise You can feel the nothingness that came out of that experience You can hear the whispers The whispers of blame toward you The whispers of “they asked for it” No you didn’t ask for it All you asked for was a friend A friend to sit next to A friend to stay close to, so you wouldn’t get lost But in the end you got more lost If anything, you got lost and betrayed Within minutes before and after that first kiss But you still feel that bruise, even after it’s gone You feel where their teeth sunk in on your skin That part of your skin remembers every nerve being in pain Your muscles remembering tensing up right when it happened That friend marked you For what, because you were friendly Because you gave them attention they hardly got Who’s to say, All you know is that you had a bruise and a bad memory on that bus A memory that haunts you till this day A memory you wished would just disappear Just like the bruise That friend got in trouble With a slap on the wrist And everyone on their side You are the one at fault You started the whole thing But you are the one with the wounds You were too friendly, everyone said How could that have mattered When you are now bruised on the inside Where their teeth were
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i'm paralyzed my eyes hurt and i can't stop the voices inside my head tell me which sense does the cure have when i was comfortable in my insanity
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
comfortable
the disease has progressed and left me paralyzed, lovesick and stuck in your world with no escape.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
l o v e s i c k
these, why seasons are so many why (we) changing way too often stepping out in sandals enter freezing blizzards wearing scarf and mittens get burned by melting hot about to smell the scent of lillies breath in troubled dust rushing out to driest desert my naked knees soak through mud being seasoned seasoner seems not help enough forseeing unseen-able ends up rough these, our seasons reckless in motion thus locking us in motionless loops thank mindseasons only mindgardens blossom
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Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
mindseasons
I’m moving through glue Of life without you In an adhesive zoo Giving avian flu So I can’t move In this groove Where I lose To my muse At your beck and call My engine stalled So I walk this hall Free-for-all Walking home Is walking alone Destination unknown I’m a walking drone I find a new car But cannot go far Once the oily tar Creates prison bars Cars have slammed Causing traffic jams Like the trap of man Living hand in hand Double barrel lies Have me paralyzed Scared to try A stare at eyes Satan’s will Has my body still Anxiety filled Looking for a pill The enemy Is sending me Messaging Threatening The once unbridled Now sit idle Using their title To stop others’ vitals This quicksand Kicks the ****** Sickest man So he can’t stand Tires flattened In sheets of satin They start to fatten Into General Patton On a treadmill Death hill Where pests **** My best skills No detour On this meat skewer Where the elite lure Those who are bluer To be their bruiser I find no leeway On the freeway Where speed craze Gets greed praise So the meek stay In concede lanes The gun toting Fascist voting Authority doting Have me floating When I should be boating I challenge the world to a fight And lose to my first opponent Pathetically crying all night I thought heart was a stronger component I can’t stand minds Of land mines That span my Whole **** life The things I know Create traffic cones So I have nowhere to go But low I defy the slide Stuck in the divide I don’t want to glide But commit suicide The liars grinning At my tires spinning Increase their sinning Once they know they’re winning Dragons fly In the sky Passing by My passive life They look down on me Their talons I flee But fire they breathe Scorching me deep I once had you Now I have them I’m stuck in glue That is their phlegm
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Paralyzed
I’m moving through glue Of life without you In an adhesive zoo Giving avian flu So I can’t move In this groove Where I lose To my muse At your beck and call My engine stalled So I walk this hall Free-for-all Walking home Is walking alone Destination unknown I’m a walking drone I find a new car But cannot go far Once the oily tar Creates prison bars Cars have slammed Causing traffic jams Like the trap of man Living hand in hand Double barrel lies Have me paralyzed Scared to try A stare at eyes Satan’s will Has my body still Anxiety filled Looking for a pill The enemy Is sending me Messaging Threatening The once unbridled Now sit idle Using their title To stop others’ vitals This quicksand Kicks the ****** Sickest man So he can’t stand Tires flattened In sheets of satin They start to fatten Into General Patton On a treadmill Death hill Where pests **** My best skills No detour On this meat skewer Where the elite lure Those who are bluer To be their bruiser I find no leeway On the freeway Where speed craze Gets greed praise So the meek stay In concede lanes The gun toting Fascist voting Authority doting Have me floating When I should be boating I challenge the world to a fight And lose to my first opponent Pathetically crying all night I thought heart was a stronger component I can’t stand minds Of land mines That span my Whole **** life The things I know Create traffic cones So I have nowhere to go But low I defy the slide Stuck in the divide I don’t want to glide But commit suicide The liars grinning At my tires spinning Increase their sinning Once they know they’re winning Dragons fly In the sky Passing by My passive life They look down on me Their talons I flee But fire they breathe Scorching me deep I once had you Now I have them I’m stuck in glue That is their phlegm
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Happiness in my life rare things coming by Clouds above the sky come to me don’t be shy Singing birds up on the trees fairies making you believe in dreams Imaginary friend fix my soul give me true love before i fall Dark nights into the forest believe in me i am a fallen An angel for some, a devil for others paradise and hell fighting for true lovers A tornado of true feelings roses bloom inside me while I’m breathing
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Paralyzed
there's too many happenings lately; it almost feels like a floodgate breaking due to unseen circumstances, the water gushing out, roaring, filling the silence with its cries. it's as if everything feels like an overwhelming amount of an odd concoction of what seems to be problems, diluted only by what i can assume is my sanity. it's as if i'm drowning, my legs pulled deeper and deeper underwater, everything and nothing all at once, trying to fill my lungs until I choke; there's too much of the world that i cannot simply take in. and yet, look at me; the feeling of drowning, the feeling of hopelessness paralyzes me, fear drilling itself into my mind, as it advances far into numerous possibilities i can only describe as overthinking.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
i can't think of a title so i'll settle with this.
I am standing in a field I am watching everything I love And everything I desire Circle around me. It is raining You are standing in front of me I am reaching for you but I cannot move I am calling for you but I cannot speak I am looking at you but you are looking past me Your eyes are glazed over Your fingers are fidgeting The edges of your mouth are quivering And you are looking past me, At her. The memories of us ache through my bones I am falling I am drowning I am spinning I am standing in a field I am watching everything I love and desire crumble before me And I cannot move.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
Standing
My dreams are alive I am awake Exhausted Eyelids weighted Body limp It falls asleep Aware My mind is awake screaming choking drowning Panic My heart sinks My chest is tight My breath is shallow Paralyzed Focus "Wake up" "Wake up" "Please wake up" Momentum I launch my body forward And force my eyelids open I gasp for air I am awake
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
Sleep paralysis
We tried so hard to escape. I guess my heart got caught on the barbed wire. I sat on the fence and watched you leave, watched you leave me behind. My fingers locked in the chain link, my body paralyzed by the spotlights. I’ll always be locked up in you.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
running from it could only get us so far.